I swam today at Jorgenson, the Y. Not my usual pool. It's made of steel. Steel pools are cheap, and can lead to poor flip turns. For whatever reason I can't sight my turns as well in a steel pool either...I like to see the symmetry of grout and tile. Thankfully the downtown pool is constructed of tile.
Anyway, I got in a quick swim on my lunch, 30 minutes probably. I was planning on 2,000 yards, but some guy in the lane next to me asked a question in between sets. The same question as last time in this pool: "How old are you?". I'm starting to feel a little uncomfortable swimming there, as my fellow lap swimmers want to know my age. I've never been asked that question in my old tiled pool downtown. Maybe it's the steel? So, the 'kid' was a fairly good swimmer - turns out he swam for Homestead, a high school here in the Fort. He was 28. I don't know a thing about their program, but I think they need to work on streamlining off the wall. I was killing him on the turns. Usually I like the enthusiasm - as he wanted to know how many yards I swim per week, what kind of sets I normally do, have I ever done a triathlon, and all kinds of other swimming gibberish that I know well. All I wanted to do was keep on swimming. I was polite though, and we'll likely swim again soon.
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